A/N: ever wonder why Ardenia trained so hard with sword and bow? Well, there's one plot hole solved! There's more to this elleths than meets the eye, much more than she told Haldir!

The Silver Lord stood before her, his gaze direct, imperious, demanding. She sheathed her sword, and went to remove the dagger from the door post.

"Milord, do you want to make everyone suspicious! You don't think that visiting me in the dark of night will not peak suspicions of those around both you and myself!" she asked, sheathing her knife also, almost rude in the wake of seeing her old master and lord in the room.

"You have been avoiding me Ardenia. I wish to know why. Your bond with my Marchwarden is one of great inconvenience to me," he drawled, unsheathing a knife of his own, running one finger along one of the blades, testing its sharpened point, drawing a drop of blood. "Surely you cannot think your task completed."

Ardenia lowered her eyes. In the midst of the joy of her union with Haldir, and the pain of the last thirty years, she had almost forgotten the old twist of fate that required her immediate attention. She looked at the floor. And hated herself for daring to be happy.

"I sent you away from Lorien as a child, for a reason. I knew of your future bond with Haldir." She her gaze snapped up to meet Celeborns. It was then she noticed, for the first time, the darkness within them.

"You knew of my future with Haldir, and still you sent me away! you knew I would spend the last thirty years in torment, and still you insisted I leave!"

"It was necessary for you to train in Imladris. It was also necessary for you to spend your time amongst the men, although the pastimes you 'indulged' in where not originally planned, I must admit."

"You mean you meant for that to happen!" she demanded, her voice dangerously low.

"Calm yourself Ardenia. I did not mean for you to be raped, although the lesson learnt, I had hoped, would still be the same. You have learnt to be strong, and to trust no one, although I must point out that this seemingly inevitable bonding with Haldir has interfered again with your training."
Ardenia stood rooted in place, barely able to form words at this new information.

"Now, Ardenia, it is time for you to finish what you started. Your skills are improving daily, and as soon as you can best Haldir, you will be ready. At least some good can come of this situation. You will then leave Lorien."

"No!" She exclaimed, whipping around, her hand drifting to the hilt of her sword again. "I'm not leaving Haldir!"

"I think you will my dear, unless you want an unfortunate…" he drew his breathe out, "Accident to happen to your love upon the fences. They can be dangerous places for an ellon with his thoughts on his new love." He smiled coldly at her, before raising his hood back over his face. "You will prepare yourself for your task Ardenia."

She felt swallowed her denial at that, not bearing to cause Haldir any pain, not after all he had done for her. Not after such a gift he had given her, his love that would always heal her darkness. Although, now, she wasn't sure that anything could help her in the trap she had been placed in.

"I'll finish what I started." She whispered, tears coming to her eyes.

"Yes, you will," Celeborn murmured back, reaching between them to stroke her cheek, his gentleness more frightening than the harshest of touches. She flinched away, and spat at him. He laughed, before turning from her. "You will kill your family. For they are the cause of this pain Ardenia. Kill them, and this can all go away. The past will be nothing more than a bad dream, and you and your Haldir will live in peace." he smiled maliciously again. He turned and walked towards the door.

"And by the way," he said, turning around to face her from the doorway, taking in her defeated stance with icy triumph. "I never want to see your hair unbound again." He turned, and left, his cloak billowing around him, little more than a shadow.